"Way up Lover's Walk," said young Pickles, who was in high spirits,
"under a pile of brush and trees. I though it was a wildcat, or
something moving and snarling--the light was kind of dim--and when I
went up there was McCuaig. He was alone. Two or three men were lying
near him, dead, I guess, and he was swearing, and talking to himself
something fierce. I was scart stiff when he called me to him. I went
over, and he says to me, 'Say, youngster,' just like that, 'you know
where this walk used to drop down into the trench? Well, there's a lot
of machine gun ammunition over there, all fixed up and ready. You go
and bring it up here.' I tried to get out of it, sayin' I was bringing
a 'hurry up' message down, but he turns his machine gun on me, and says,
'Young man, it's only a couple of hundred yards down there, and fairly
good cover. They can't see you. Go and bring that stuff here. If you
don't I'll blow you to hell just where you stand.' You bet I promised.
I got that ammunition so quick.
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